Chapter 5 Blood Oath at the Grave
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"Qinghan, the third uncle has tried his best, but your uncle Ye Jian and Elder Ye Rong suppressed it vigorously, and the elders are also very helpless, and they also violated the rules of the family law. Now only you practice hard, break through to the commanding realm before the age of sixteen, or summon a sixth-rank war beast during the Yanlong Festival, and you can join the ranks of the core children of the family. I will speak to the elders hall again at that time, and then I hope that you can fulfill the second sister-in-law's last wish..."
Forehead!
Ye Qinghan's footsteps stopped, and an inaudible voice sounded in his ears, which was the sound transmission of the third uncle Yegun. He turned his head and nodded gratefully at Ye Gun, and disappeared into the vast morning mist.
Yejiabao is the city lord's mansion of Cangcheng, where the immediate and core disciples of the Yejia live. Covering an area of hundreds of acres, there are dozens of yards of various sizes inside, and it looks like a small palace from a distance. [
The castle is divided into the east courtyard and the west courtyard, and all the high-level members of the Ye family usually live in the west courtyard. The east courtyard is where some guards and servants live.
But in the east courtyard of the castle, there is an independent small courtyard, and beside the courtyard is a field miscellaneous house. Obviously, the people who live here are not important figures of the Ye family.
The morning mist gradually thickened, but dim candles were still burning in the small courtyard. The white mist and red candlelight penetrated each other, and the faint cry of a young girl in the courtyard made this place seem particularly mysterious and strange.
A black figure in the dense fog gradually walked towards this side and walked straight into the small courtyard.
The courtyard hall is not very big, it is more than 20 square meters, and the sundries inside have been cleared away. There is only a large dark coffin standing in the center of the hall, and a girl is kneeling and burning money paper next to it.
The girl looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, she was dressed in pure white filial piety clothes, tightly tied around her body, her delicate and small features, her skin was whiter than snow, her hair was like black silk, and the two faint tears on her face added a bit of Chu Chuyi's charm.
Seeing someone coming in, the girl quickly straightened her luggage, wiped the tears on her face, stood up, and saw a young man in Tsing Yi staggering in, his figure was full of loneliness and desolation. Tears fell like rain, and she called out softly, "Brother!"
It was Ye Qinghan who came, and he heard his sister Ye Qingyu's crying voice, and looked at her haggard and thin face. He couldn't help wiping the corners of his eyes, straightened his waist, and forcibly pulled himself together.
He walked over and held his younger sister Ye Qingyu's hand. Pick up the joss sticks on the ground, light them up, kneel on the ground, and worship three times together. Then he signaled his younger sister to continue burning paper for his mother, while he himself knelt in front of the coffin in a daze.
"My son is not filial and failed to fulfill my mother's last wish. At present, I can only bury my mother in Xishan, and hope my mother's soul rests in peace! Mother, don't worry, my son will take good care of myself and my younger sister, work hard to cultivate, and revive the prestige of our second wife..."
As he spoke, Ye Qinghan's depression and loneliness gradually disappeared, replaced by a face of determination and determination.
After a long time, he seemed to remember something, stood up abruptly, picked up the wine bowl on the ground, twisted it hard, and unexpectedly pulled a piece from the bowl, raised his left hand, and scratched hard with the bowl piece, immediately blood spilled all over the ground. But he just frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "As the heavens, Ye Qinghan swears here today that in my lifetime, I will spend my whole life working hard to enshrine my parents' spiritual tablets in the Holy Spirit Hall in Shencheng, and be worshiped by thousands of people every year. If I violate it, there will be such a bowl!"
After speaking, Ye Qinghan used all his fingers to grab half of the bowl of slices into powder. The white bowl fragments fell to the ground, stained with blood on the ground, red and white, it was so shocking.
"Ah! Brother, you are crazy..."
Ye Qingyu next to her yelled, swearing before her soul! But Yanlong Continent's most solemn oath. It is the highest honor in Yanlong Continent for a spiritual seat to be admitted to the Holy Spirit Hall in Shencheng. Only those who have made great contributions to the continent or superpowers are eligible to enter. Brother, he... this is "pushing" himself to a dead end.
Ye Qinghan shook his head, and actually laughed, with a tragic and decisive aura all over his body, he looked into the distance through the gate, and said in a deep voice: "Hehe, since they don't even allow a small ancestral grave to enter, they are afraid that it will pollute the ancestral grave. Then... I will bet my life and spend my life.
The childish voice was sonorous and powerful, and spread to the distance through the small courtyard.
In the distance, the morning sun is breaking through the morning fog and slowly rising.